August trip to Washington!

Dave and I had a blast at the Mann family Reunion in Washington State. Along with hanging out with the fam we went on my first backpacking and camping trip. While I wouldn't want to do it every week, or month it was nice to be in nature and do nothing. My biggest freak out moment wasn't hiking in with a heavy pack, not going to the bathroom (little and big poddy) in the woods, not seeing a rattlesnake, not eating food with grit in it but crossing a freaking cold stream. We were on a day hike and had crossed a log to check out the other side of the water and continued to hike a distance that there was no going back to the log. As we tried to find somewhere to cross the rocks were too spread apart, but when we looked ahead it looked like the rocks were closer together. All of that looking ahead was like a mirage, the rocks were never as close together as we thought when we approached them. So Dave and Mark decided we were going to cross and we all took our shoes and socks off... Dave went first very cautiously placing each foot so he wouldn't slip on a mossy rock. I put my feet in and about died, there was no way I was getting across!I took a few steps and then lunged for the next big rock to sit on and pull my feet up. Mark was quite tolerant of my ravings about the water. I finally went and ran like heck. Then Mark cruised across after me without complaint. So the story is kind of weak but looking back it was pretty funny to see how each of our personalities were magnified by crossing the stream... (backpacking pictures still to come)